AUTHOR’S POV
AT THE DRAYTON WAREHOUSE
Zoe's men wasted no time after they received their orders and spread out quickly through the warehouse. One man yelled, "Everyone out," breaking the tense silence, and the workers knew better than to argue. They exchanged uneasy glances before slowly filing out of the warehouse, keeping a wary eye on Zoe's men as they passed.
Sawyer watched the scene unfold, his jaw clenched tight and the muscles in his neck corded with tension, before pulling out his phone to reschedule the meeting he needed to attend. He could feel the rage simmering beneath his skin, but he kept it under control, forcing himself to remain outwardly calm.
Zoe's team was thorough as the first wave of men began sweeping the main floor, overturning crates, tearing through boxes, an
